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strict rules and guidelines
Check marks and deadlines
I'm in the field doing high knees
Hopping over them landmines
My red flag is I'm a busy man not sorry

You're not ready for my magic
I am pretty strange I'm Doctor Strange
Up in this metaphysical dimension
Up and high more than this kite
Back then when

flesh tell it through my voice
Leave a mark for Hope reflect upon a bong
Let's get high though
I got the blunt you got the lighter
Fuck with me and I'm

Put me in the game I'm a marksman, yes I been ready since “on your mark, set"
I just go with the flow feel I'm Priest or Goldie to these hoes I ain't

keep living this way
It's been 6 and a half weeks man, just gimme a break
and if you, take my pad, better mark my words
I'm Caged in this Pen, enraged by

or the Prada around your waist
I'd compliment what your rockin'
but confidence isn't made
By the products that we put on us the profits in what we say
Somebody

way show no neglect
Now the marks been over stepped
I'll make them wish they never slept
At night the vibes and thoughts i get
I bet my boys I'll seek

bite
I'm gon' bite, not bark
Ain't got to question smoke with me, bitch, bet I'm gon' spark
I'm high as shit and I be dripped down like a waterpark
Fuck,

on the deck
Hot dog mark shaped on my neck
I don't got it lemme check
Plastic knives will leave a mark
Shoot a basket that go arc
Let's go hammock at the park

wouldn't be right
If I said the blunt was like a baby pipe
There ain't gonna be no revolution tonight
Half my warriors as high as a kite
Lost and they lost

a cosign forged
By a stool pigeon shitting on ledges
Taking names to obituaries
Remember like all those Hail Marys
Life goes on yet high school unvaried
Mike

the trinity

We all have to to die sooner or later
appreciate the created within the creator
By that xfactor force we are led
See the creator in the created

Be

I came from the ground, not sane at all
Paid for the crown with a grain of salt
I made my mark in this game and i reign when the game is gone
Yall

got an ace in my sleeve like an ace of hearts
Spilled some lean on my t-shirt damn it left some marks
K-P-A-W yeah I got it all
Gettin' too high but it

on the light cause I Fuck with the dark n
I'll empty my clip till my hollows hit mark n I shoot out your heart
My demons gon bark for yo life
Quick 50 bands

bras, red light, a stop sign, drive-by, pop
cnd all I see is black hearts

cnd all I see is red
cnd all I see is red
cnd all I see is red
cnd all I see is

chewing up my conscious
Salvo, swing for the fences
I'll be a different be person by the end of this sentence
Down low then I'm up in an instant
And what's

of their Proverbs, thinking that as the sayings used in a nation, mark its character, so the Proverbs of Hell, shew the nature of infernal wisdom better than

Back to back gotta make it connect
Flying high gotta link the connect
But I'm not the talker Im jetlag
Trizz sky walker
Out this world like a flying

intertwine with me
Yeah, yeah
I been by my lonely chasin' all the greatness
Left me hanging high and dry like the pavement
And I'ma say everything ain't nobody

Off the rip ok I'm sick five g wifi
Recent performance out the park bye bye
Attribute high fly rated bout a high five
We talking bout a practice just

sure of my fate
This air is getting thick, yet I'm here by myself 
These Walls don't help
Taking over my health 
Tension tougher than a rubber band

Uh
Open sesame, Mark another "x" for me
You and I can dive into my specialty
I write it like an open book, so I'm just hoping you can see
It seems

it no emotion through text
I been blinded, always faded
Hate this thing in my chest
Keeps me low, so I'm smokin' till I'm high or I'm dead
Ain't felt